Loss Piles Upon Loss
Picture her walking behind the wooden stretcher. Her world has collapsed—not once, but twice. First, her husband died leaving her a widow. Now, her son follows him to the grave and she is left alone in the world. She is more than bereaved; she is erased. In her culture, a woman without husband or son is voiceless, powerless, and vulnerable.
But here’s what she didn’t know: Someone was watching.
As the funeral procession wound through Nain’s narrow streets, another procession approached—this one pulsing with life. At its center walked Jesus, and when He saw her tears, His heart broke. “Don’t cry,” He whispered, stepping toward the impossible (Luke 7:13). She did not yet know that though her hope was being carried to the grave, Jesus specializes in resurrection appointments.”
One touch. One command. One breath from heaven, and death released its grip.
Sometimes our losses pile up like winter storms—relentless, numbing, seemingly endless. We walk behind our own stretchers, that carry our dreams that have died. We feel forgotten, overlooked, abandoned.
But we’re not. The same Jesus who stopped a funeral procession is walking toward your sorrow today. He sees your tears. He knows your name. When life has stripped away everything you thought you needed to survive, that’s often when God shows up to remind you that He is everything you actually need to live.”
I’m Lonnie Davis, and these are thoughts worth thinking.